Blackfeather Woods the haunting

he had no qualms with Maegi, and thus for a moment he and Titmouse were united in their attempt to leave her out of harm's way. her shout was ultimately what had him hesitate, barely, when Titmouse fell back onto the sacrilegious earth with a dull thud. anger burned and grew hot under his skin. it had been a long, long while since he'd last allowed himself to feel this depth of emotion, and yet his actions were still controlled and careful. he was quick to hover his jaws above the man's throat, and another grating growl demanded they be still. "sinner."  to the man, his actions were easy, logical. 

should they let him speak, he would. "there is a price."  sinner. violater. his voice was stone on sandpaper, and yet the words were cold, firm. there was a chance for repentance, but this much twisted death would require a large one. and above all, his loyalties were to the wood, the ravens and crows, the bones of Blackfeather's lost.  he would take the man's eye, and be appeased. his breath was hot betwixt his fangs, and his gaze bore into the man's remaining eye, his prize. "how will you pay?" a chance, then. if he received no answer or one not to his satisfaction, his goal would be his prize, the wood's price. if he did - Abraxas would take the payment offered, and perhaps then the wood and the old gods tied deeply to this place would be appeased.